May 04, 2010


Roger Scruton writes lyrically:
The elderberry grows wild in our hedgerows, and produces the fragrant flowers which are at their headiest on midsummer nights - exhaling the perfume evoked in Act II of Die Meistersinger, as Hans Sachs sits before his cottage, meditating the great problem which, in my experience, wine does more than anything else to solve - the problem how to turn eros into agape, how to give up wanting someone, so as to want her happiness instead.
Hmm.... I could wish the Holy Father had mentioned this in Deus Caritas Est...

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